I went to midday mass at the church near my workplace. It lasted half an hour. It was really nice to be able to attend a quiet service amid the whirl and confusion of a huge city at lunchtime.
As I'm not a Christian, I didn't receive communion. But the priest said if anyone wished to receive a blessing, they could cross their arms. So I went to the altar with the others, knelt, and did this.
I don't want to have any shame or secrets in front of non-Christians about any Christian religious activities I take part in. Nor, in the other direction, do I want to have any shame or secrets in front of Christians about any non-Christian religious activities I take part in. That would be awful.
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For reasons unrelated to attending midday mass, today felt like a day of possibility. With effort, care, and careful planning, things may be possible that my pessimistic mind thinks could never happen.
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